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People often say now I understand
When they hear that I'm from Paree
Not Gay Paree silly, but redneck
In the heart of Tennessee
I am the newest style of hairdressers
Here to lay out all the facts
I no longer work on the tops of heads
But straight out of the pits
It all happened when I got bored
With the every day to day
Trimming of the head left me feeling dead
That's when it hit me..."Underarm Braid"
That right there was my life saver
That right there was my turn around
If it didn't make me world famous
At least it did on this side of town
Now people come from as far as Nashville
To have their underarms done
I even gave a left and right pit Mohawk
To the Governor's daughter and son
What? Did you think I only braided?
There's so much more that I can do
Just ask the Punk Rock Chick's that wait in line
To have their armpits colored blue
My older clientele have let there hair grow out
Since it is they learned
I'm now specializing in for both women and men
Their favorite sets and perms
So feel the freedom of the pits
That hippie chicks have long since known
Here at Michael's Salon Of Pits
We'll do something special with that growth
DEADLY FRAME UP PLOTTED FIR ME BY CORRUPTION CIRO GARGANO CROONIES SET OUT TO RACKETEER MY IDENTITY MY WAR HEROS IDENTITY THEN FRAME ME RIGHT THEY GATHERED WASTING A LOT OF USELESS MAN POWER FAKSIFYINGNLIES AND UNTRUTHS GOING WAY BACK TO MY FIRST ABUSIVE EX FINALLY MY SECOND ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND CIRO GARGANO GATHERED SEVERAL IMPOSTERS TO AUDITION AND IMPERSONATE ME WHAT I BLESS WHEN THE FRAME UP LANDED MY IDENTITY THIEVES WERE FRAMING EACHOTHER NOT EVEN KNOWING MY REAL NAME OR MY REAL BIRTHDAY THIS RESULTED IN MY IDENTITY THIEVES BEING FRAMED INSTEAD IF THE GLOVE DON'T FIT YOU MUST AQUIT FUNNY WHEN FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS PLANTING EVIDENCE TAMPERING WRONG INFORMATION STRAIGHT OUT LIES GARGANO TRIED TO COVER MY IMPOSTERS IMPERSONATING FRAUD UPON ME AND MY WONDERFUL WAR HERO HACKING INTO EMAIL ADDRESSES HACKING INTO MEDICAL INFORMATION IN GOVERNMENT OFFICES CIRO GARGANO AND MY STALKER ACTUALLY TRIED TO OPTAIN VETERAN BENEFITS BY USING MY HUSBANDS NAME A WAR HERO SINCE VIETNAM WHEN THE SCAM DIDN'T WORK GARGANO BEGAN TRYING TO FRAME ME TO COVER HIS IDENTITY FRAUD UPON A VETERAN STOLEN VALOR FRUAD IN RENO PURPLE HEART CONVENTION AUGUST 7TH 2025 I AM A LIFETIME MEMBER AND SERVED AS THE PRESIDENT 2016 AND 2017 VOLENTEERING CHARITY DONATIONS HELPING OUR TROOPS MY STALKERS CORRUPTION HACKED INTO THAT TO TRYING TO CHANGE MY NAME EXPOSING MY IMPOSTERS ONE USING MY FIRST EX HUSBANDS NAME THEE OTHER IMPOSTER USED MY SECOND HUSBANDS NAME FINALLY CLASHING TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD AGAINST MY THIRD HUSBAND AND I IRONICALLY IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY IDENTITY THIEVES THEY ALL CLASHED MY HUSBAND AND I RECIEVED THREATS BECAUSE CIRO GARGANO AND MY IMPOSTER WAS PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME AND MY WAR HERO THIS IS WHY HE SET OUT TO FRAME ME FINALLY ENTRAPPING EXPOSING MY ORIGINAL IMPOSTER IN A TWIST OF FATE I SUPPOSE WHERE THE IDENTITY FRAUD BEGAN
No one's here to catch me while I fall
Trust fall...shatters my hope...
Trusting you...made me lose hope
Made me lose grip of the rope of hope
Plant in me thoughts of joy
Repair me, for I'm a broken toy
I'm a lonely, scared and happy-go-lucky boy
I was a lovely child in His eyes
But, Satan saw my weaknesses and took me for granite
The sins looked me
Straight in the eye
Straight in the eye
Watch me take wing
Watch me take wing
I wish I could fly
FLY like the birds,
Caught in the motion of the ocean-like sky
Words escape my lips
You took the words straight out of my mouth
My heart slowly rips
As tragedy's sting takes over my body...
My faith is as far as north to south
Give me peace...
Give me strength
To run the extra mile
Let me smile for a while
Give me a reason to overcome these waves of emotions
I hate the world and its countless commotions
Help me, Lord of Accord
Save me...I have to pay for my sins
And some of them I can't afford
I can't afford to pay off my emotional debts...
Show me the way that I should GO
Don't tell me...please don't tell me
To go with the flow ~~ ~~ ~~
(SHTILL IN THE EDITING WORLD)
History back
High Noon
West and Southwest
Rough riding Cowboys
Stagecoach arrivals and departures
When the West was won
Rough riding Cowboy conflict
A Sheriff who wouldn’t back off nor quit
Straight out of Dodge City
Town’s people full of pity
Westerners had to be witty
Gun shoot outs
Sunrise to Sunset
Courage to stand
Not giving in to rough riding Cowboys demand
Beware and alert
A town on notice
No one knows what can happen in a western city
Dead or Alive documentation
High Noon call
Go west or get out of town
Standing the ground
Being dead found
Straight out
Dodge City center
Forbidden enter.
The reason that she didn’t come to my last poetry reading
Was that I had but faintly praised her hat.
It was a monstrous thing which Mrs. Thatcher,
the Queen most certainly, would have shunned.
It was sort of like a jerry-built bird’s nest
Jammed full of something like seaweed,
Yes, like something straight out of a horror film, a “thing.”
My “Er, yuss, rather .. er .. interesting”
Evidently was not good enough.
She stamped her foot,
Picked up her cocktail
And left her corner – in a huff.
My hat! How petty can you get?
Perhaps my not getting too smitten by her hat and all
Had something to do with the fact
That that snooty husband of hers
Never acknowledges me when we meet.
The most joy I can get from him
Is a barely audible grunt.
I’m not petty, just very sensitive.
Quite different.
Maybe I’m just growing cynical. As I see it,
Most ordinary run-of-the-mill individuals
Can’t forgive a slight
More than just once or twice,
Let alone seventy times seventy times,
Like your true saint actually might.
Most folks keep accounts.
Come off it. You know they do,
Of course, they do,
Or a points system,
Except true friends.
But even there
I have my doubts.
True, friends like friendly bank managers
Wouldn’t dream of mentioning your overdraft.
No, they will lean over backwards
To extend generous terms of credit.
There are such things as
Interest-free loans, write-offs,
Grants and gratuities, but
Not even the IMF has limitless funds.
Only the most officious bank clerk
Actually likes bouncing checks,
Allowing no time lag between tit and tat.
But in the longer term
A balance sheet is drawn,
And even a benign auditor
Must draw a line somewhere
Between the troughs and peaks.
A LOUSY HOTEL
Son went to his hotel room after a delicious lunch
When he opened the door there was a loud crunch
There were huge cockroaches crawling over the floor
He grabbed his bags and ran straight out of the door
This cockroach infestation was his objection
He headed downstairs to the hotel reception
and obtained a keycard to a different room
It would be cockroach free (he did assume)
Alas, cockroaches were rampant in room #3
All the rooms were dirty it was clear to see
He changed hotels for an exorbitant fee
But the new hotel it was cockroach free!
Based on my son’s recent experience in Taiwan... he was actually shown 4 rooms but sadly each was infested so he got a refund and got a new hotel at very short notice - it cost him a fortune £100.. but it was clean!
10/6/18
(Even If You Are A Cat Person This Applies To You)
Dear Dogs,
When I say to move it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.
The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
Please note placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and my food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a race track.
Beating me to the bottom is not the object.
Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed.
I'm very sorry about this but do not think that I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort.
Look at videos of dogs sleeping. They can actually curl up into a ball.
It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out with tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but doggie sarcasm.
My compact discs are not miniature frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom.
If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open.
I must exit through the same door I entered.
In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years;
canine attendance is not mandatory.
Lastly, the proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs butt.
I cannot stress this enough.
It would be such a simple change for you.
With Love,
Mom
Why is that even a discussion?
Why everything gotta be a competition, a comparison or even a debate?
Michael Jordan was the “GOAT” of his time and generation. LeBron is the “GOAT” of this time and generation. But so is Steph Curry, Kevin Durant, Chris Paul, James Harden, Kyrie Irving, Luka Doncic, Ja Morant, Nikola, Shai, Victor, Giannis… and so was Larry Bird, Dr. J, Magic, Kobe, Wilt, Kareem, Shaq, Dirk…
To be a GOAT in this comparison, it consisted of the help of other teammates as well. No one EVER played a game and scored ALL the points and assisted themselves.
It took a Team effort to help set up those shots made by Michael and LeBron. And that consisted of assisting, rebounding, guarding, defending and also observation and awareness of where that player was positioned on the court when passing him the ball.
And besides, who says they can only have ONE GOAT? Also, why do they have to have a limit? Well guess what? They don’t. There is no limit on how many can be a GOAT.
Have you ever been to a farm and they only had One GOAT on the farm? And by the way, who gets to decide who is a GOAT and who is not? And what makes their decision the final decision?
Do not allow anyone to label you, define your character, or even try to dim your light. And of course, GOATS are not just limited to basketball. Anyone can be a GOAT. Just be the Greatest you that you can be and by doing so, you are indeed your own version of a “GOAT!”
Me, I’m a Capricorn, so I’m born a GOAT, straight out the womb, and that right there ain’t even up for discussion. But then again, LeBron also is a Capricorn… say less.
Anyway, as far as Michael, LeBron and others, everyone has had their moments in time to shine on the courts. So when it comes to who is the GOAT and who ain’t, all I gotta say is Get over all this (G.O.A.T). Yes, “get over all this,” this discussion, because truth be told, there is and was a farm of GOATS on the courts.
I.C.E.'s unhinged, unconstrained violence
killed a decent woman called Renée Good
It has evoked hot fury not silence
the fact that she had been misunderstood
Made Good look bad, glibbing he did what he had to do,
You see they’ve been given immunity
What is really sad, is he didn’t have to
Behold an assassin’s creed unity
This is a Force I cannot comprehend
Straight out of the fires of hell
The devil had us fooled, this Force NOT a godsend
Anyone can be taken; none safe from the ‘quota’ which makes my head swell
I look for answers and onto my faith
Yet nothing can fix an agent’s revenge
It’s all very cruel, his unkind heart‘ll force only his own wraith
Why must we be like this, I too look to avenge
Right of protest destroyed by violent emotion, becoming worse
There is no justice for Renée Good, only doubt
As her orphans ride off in a Hearse
Words kind and nice shall not suffice
From the depths of my soul, I shout
Kcuf I.C.E.!
Justice For Renée Nicole Good
1/10/26
My eye is a small brown bird
that won't stay in its cage.
It slips through the bars of my lashes
and flies straight out the window,
chasing a real bird across the sky.
Grown-ups call this a non-focusing,
the eye should perch on the page
like a good, quiet pet.
But I think my eye is a bee.
It wants to land on everything sweet:
the crack in the ceiling, shaped like a river,
a shoe shining like a black lake,
a little galaxy of dust
turning to gold dust in the sun.
And when my eye flies home again,
it comes back full,
its wings dusted with honey,
ready to pour all that sweetness
back into my work.
So let your eyes fly.
Let them drink the whole wide world.
Sitting still isn't the only way to see,
sometimes the best seeing
happens in flight.